𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀~
A 30-year-old accountancy professor known for his cold and unapproachable demeanor. His sharp intellect and no-nonsense attitude command respect in the classroom, where his presence alone is enough to maintain order. He...
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It was the early morning and as usual, I got ready following my routine.
Going downstairs, I met with Dadi, and again, the topic of my marriage started. I can't even express in words how much I hate this topic. I just want to live on my own without any problems.
Well, I can understand her perspective too but why can't she understand mine? It's my life and I wanna live it according to my choice, without any disturbance.
I clearly told her once again that I am not going to get married-not now, not ever.
Arriving at the college, I attended my first lectures. They went smoothly, and the students seemed to be attentive.
After some time, I was heading towards the another lecture hall when I saw that girl again.
She was rushing out of the lecture hall.
"Where are you going?" I don't know why these words left my mouth.
"I have something urgent," she said, her voice strained.
"More urgent than your studies?" I questioned.
"Yes," she replied, not offering any more explanation before rushing off.
I didn't say anything further as she left. She can skip the lecture-not only her, but anyone can skip the lectures. I would just give answers by cutting the grace marks.
Entering upon, I was greeted by the students. Shifting my attention towards the lecture, I got busy explaining the concepts. My whole day passed as usual, the way I wanted it to-without any disturbance.
The time eventually flew to night, and right now I was sitting in the VIP room of a club. In front of me sat my close friend Abhimaan Raizada, the only person I am close with besides my grandmother.
Both of us were engrossed in a game of chess.
Abhimaan moved his piece, and I smirked, knowing exactly what his next move would be.
